People had gone there daily for a glimpse of these famous men.
They also showed the boys the very spot where Stonewall Jackson had come near to making an ignominious end of his great career.

His faithful horse, Little Sorrel, had been worn out by incessant marchings and must rest for a while.

The people gave him a splendid horse, but one that had not been broken well.

The first time he mounted it a band happened to begin playing, the horse sprang wildly, the saddle girth broke and Jackson was thrown heavily to the ground.
"You'd better believe there was excitement then," said the narrator, a clerk in one of the stores.

"Everybody ran forward to pick up the general.